dolorous interludes.

I received a call from the florist's today

and i thought to myself- it could only be you. Who else would take the trouble to send a bouquet of flowers especially on such a date? one year, love. one year has slipped us by and how things have changed. The flowers are very pretty- but could either of us ever be sunflowers? I read the little card with a smile, another one to add to my collection. The last one too, might i be right to assume? no, don't tell me. let Time be our guide; we can only wait and watch.

Nothing is certain these days. The affections of one, the love of another, and the devotion of the last. Its almost whimsical, much led by circumstances and our fancies. Perhaps the consistency of our affections cannot yet be pre determined (for now), but precious memories will always anchor our deepest and most heartfelt desires; only you could disturb the stable calm in the dark wells of my heart, and only you could warm the icicles that guard my vulnerable interiors.

Only You, do you remember?

An inner voice resonates in me today, and my heart soars. No aurora borealis, just you and me, in our quiet space in my mind. To one year.

posted by voyeur @ 12/31/2004 03:12:00 PM